The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 68 Zhan Yue is not a group (please collect and recommend)
Lin Pingzhi, Yue Buqun, and a group of disciples from the Songshan School surrounded Yang Wenhao.

On the side of the Hengshan School, Yilin wanted to do something but was stopped by her senior sister.

The senior sister of the Hengshan School said: "Let's take a look first, I think you, Brother Yang, may be extraordinary, and they may not be able to deal with him."

"Yeah." Yilin nodded.

In the battlefield, Yang Wenhao looked indifferent when he saw so many people around him.

"Since you like group battles, I will do as you wish."

Yang Wenhao suddenly put away his sword, which made the people around him very puzzled.

Yue Buqun also stared at Yang Wenhao, fearing that Yang Wenhao would come up with some new tricks.

And under the eyes of everyone, Yang Wenhao actually took out a Guqin.

This can be regarded as making everyone dumbfounded.

From the beginning to the end, it was not clear where the guqin came from.

But at this time, no one would be stupid enough to ask why.

"Give it to me!" Yue Buqun yelled, and then rushed up with his sword.

"Ding"

A series of piano sounds sounded.

It sounded wonderful, but under the shocked eyes of everyone, it turned into phantoms of soldiers in iron armor holding eighteen kinds of weapons.

These phantoms of ancient soldiers were transformed by Yang Wenhao's piano sound.

"Kill!"

The ancient soldiers on Yang Wenhao's side had a strong killing intent, while Yue Buqun and the others on the other side did not show weakness.

At the beginning, everyone didn't take this seriously, they only regarded it as a shadow.

But when a disciple of the Songshan School was cut in half by the phantom of the ancient soldier, Yue Buqun shouted: "Be careful of these soldiers."

Although Yue Buqun reacted quickly, he was still a step behind.

The screams of Songshan disciples came one after another.

In the blink of an eye, several Songshan sect disciples fell down.

Yue Buqun and others pushed to a safe place, looked at the phantom soldiers in the field, and frowned.

Yue Buqun turned his head to Lin Pingzhi and said, "Pingzhi, you and I join forces."

Lin Pingzhi glanced at Yue Buqun, and responded lightly: "Okay."

Yue Buqun rushed into the shadows of the soldiers first.

But what angered Yue Buqun was that Lin Pingzhi remained motionless.

"Lin Pingzhi, if you don't make a move now, when will you wait!" Yue Buqun shouted.

But Lin Pingzhi was still unmoved by the bell.

"Damn it." Yue Buqun is not stupid and should know that he has been tricked.

He didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to treat him like this at this level.

"Brother!" Ning Zhong stood up in the distance.

"Father." Yue Lingshan also looked worried.

At this moment, Yue Buqun fought fiercely against dozens of phantoms of ancient soldiers.

These phantoms may seem illusory, but they are actually fatal when they hit people.

Yue Buqun's long sword couldn't do much damage to these phantoms at all.

The six-style guzheng method played by Yang Wenhao is not what Tian Huan Di Que played back then.

Every time Yue Buqun cut off a soldier's hand, a zither sound would emerge, and in the blink of an eye, the soldier's severed hand was restored to its original state.

"Damn it!" Yue Buqun gritted his teeth, it was impossible to move even an inch, let alone get close to Yang Wenhao.

Dozens of phantoms of ancient soldiers surrounded Yue Buqun all by himself, and Yue Buqun was like an elephant trapped in a quagmire. There is no way.

Because you can't play to your advantage at all.

One thing is right, under the situation controlled by Yang Wenhao, the entire battlefield is no less than a quagmire.

But Yue Buqun is not an elephant, but a horned sheep scurrying in.

The engulfment in this quagmire gradually wiped out the will of the horned sheep. When the horned sheep finally chose to give up, it was time for Yang Wenhao to close the net.

"Yang Wenhao, have a one-on-one with me! Don't use these insidious and embarrassing tricks!" Yue Buqun shouted at Yang Wenhao.

"Insidious? Shameful?" Yang Wenhao smiled inexplicably, and looked at Yue Buqun indifferently: "Since you said so, I will help you."

Hearing this, Yue Buqun showed joy. The reason why he was in the quagmire before was that there were too many phantoms of those ancient soldiers, and he couldn't get close to Yang Wenhao at all. But if Yang Wenhao gave up his advantage to face Yue Buqun's advantage, then Yue Buqun must win.

But this is just Yue Buqun's idea, but Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship is stronger than his piano skills.

In the end who is superior and who is inferior, don't you have a little self-knowledge?

Yue Buqun didn't think seriously anymore. If it was normal, Yue Buqun would probably be cautious, after all, he had seen Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship before.

But at this time, Yue Buqun only wanted to kill Yang Wenhao to establish his prestige in front of the Five Sacred Sword Sect and prepare for him to be the leader of the Five Sacred Sacred Sect.

Seeing that Yang Wenhao gave up playing the piano and chose to compete with Yue Buqun, Yilin in the distance was a little moved.

"Don't worry, this Yue Buqun has been dazzled, Brother Yang will definitely win." The senior sister of the Hengshan School comforted him.

Yilin nodded slightly, but she was still a little worried. A pair of jewel-like eyes looked at Yang Wenhao in the field.

At the same time, I kept chanting Buddhist scriptures for Yang Wenhao.

That's all she can do right now.

At this moment, Master Fang Zheng and his younger brother Master Fang Sheng were sitting on the side.

Master Fang Sheng looked at his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, this son is the one who combines Wudang and my Shaolin mastery as you mentioned earlier?"

Master Fangzheng nodded, and responded: "He also takes care of Wudang, Shaolin and Jianghu. I asked Daoist Chongxu before I came, and he said that Wudang doesn't have such a name."

Master Fang Sheng said: "Then according to this, doesn't this kid learn it secretly?"

"It's possible." Master Fang Zheng nodded, but then shook his head: "But it's not very likely."

"Why?" Master Fang Sheng was puzzled.

Master Fangzheng explained: "This boy is arrogant and his swordsmanship is very high. I am afraid that he is the only one who can compete with him. He came to my Shaolin back then and said he wanted to watch the Yijinjing. If he didn't agree, he would grab it by force. His pride makes it impossible for him to steal a lesson."

What Master Fangzheng meant was that it was impossible for him to learn secretly, even if he wanted to learn, it would be done in an open and honest way.

Master Fang Sheng looked at the two people who were holding swords to greet each other in the field.

At this time Yue Buqun frowned and looked at Yang Wenhao, he was still too anxious, Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship was not inferior to him at all, even surpassed him.

In this case, Yue Buqun is in a very dangerous situation.

Suddenly, before Yang Wenhao could make a move, Yue Buqun stabbed out with his sword.

The speed of this sword has shocked many people, and in the blink of an eye, the distance of dozens of steps has reached one foot in front of him in an instant.

"Evil warding off swordsmanship? You're not the only one who knows it."

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